“Mother, hug me!” Zhen Niang smiled and stroked the hair of the exquisitely pretty little girl who had darted out from behind her, then looked up at the man standing before her, whom she hadn’t seen in seven years.
The man’s expression instantly turned from delighted to dark. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Mother? Ai Zhenniang, don’t you owe me an explanation? I let you go traveling for seven years, not get married and have a child!”
That’s right. Eight years ago, she transmigrated, and after arriving in this world, she ran into her modern-day boss, who had transmigrated too.
And so Zhen Niang began her career of expertly making life difficult for her boss.
